Monday, November 14, 2005

Sleeptalkers say the darndest things.

This short story is similar to the time my son, Justin, may or may not have eaten a bug off of the floor while he was sleeping. Except this time it involves the girl.

I was up late – really, really late – Saturday night. Jordyn came in to my room where I was working on the computer to talk with me and wound up falling asleep on my bed. Around 3 am her eyes popped open and she started talking: